(SONG)
In the midst of some test, some class, and some place,
I grasp and drift away on daydream's geszticulating wing,
Weaving me through the (clouds and blue sky) alike,
To the realm of fantasy of which boredom brings about,
Drifting into a world of wonder,
Where reality and worldly concerns fade away,
Where fierce (dragons roar), giants slumber, and taverns (buzz and hum)
In whispered echoes of fantastical shades.
But, as soon as it began, a (bell rings), bringing about a utopia’s conclusion,
Back to what’s real, where daydreams must suspend.
From a world where fantasy lingers free, to a beckoning and harsh reality,
In which I, head down, dejectedly hand in an incomplete test.
Clutched in winter’s icy grip, I lie still,
Held dearly in a frosty chill to innovate,
Harsh, (biting winds) whisper tales of snow,
As I integrate into the frostbitten landscape.
Beneath the gray sky I lie among the white,
Peacefully freezezing in a blanket of sharp crystals,
Penetrating my body at every joint and flap of flesh prompts
An icy cold to seep into each and every bone,
My head spins, and yet the (world remains frozen still)
I rise up, up from my slumbering comfort at death’s doorstep,
I weave methodically with the north wind through the snow-capped trees,
Journeying back home, to the (Cabin) once known,
As my thought of winter's freeze becomes a distant one,
As the hearth comforts me in its conforming embrace,
As I nestle and settle in the arms of the night,
I am comforted with a steaming cup of cocoa, a wool blanket, and a flickering (TV).
sheltered under summer’s warm embrace,
(sprawled across the hammock) like a starfish, eyes closed,
intaking summer’s graceful, sun-kissed, mellow squeeze,
a season dancing wild and free.
and yet, as slowly as it began, nature’s canvas is painted over with hues of fall,
from summer's (spirited greens) to (fiery reds),
a canvas entralled in a colorful sprawl,
a symphony of an ever changing colors to behold.
and yet, throughout it all, a tinge of bittersweet,
as those dear summer days slip from my grasp, onto their swift retreat,
for in the distance looms a bell's haunting (ring),
as a summoning to those abhorred dark and cold school halls again.
From (rushing streams) and babbling creeks,
To (chriping birds) and the whistling wind,
The melody of renewed life rejuvenates nature's tune,
One once put to rest at fall's heartfelt end.
Dancing gleefully free in my backyard,
Spinning and twirling in the midst of nature's might,
As whispers of warmth weave through the air,
Each bud unfurls, painting landscapes with hues so fair.
With each soft breeze, a new symphony unfolds,
As life renews in every sway,
In whose embrace, the heart beholds,
The promise of a season brand-new.
As (children's laughter) rings in parks,
Fireflies dance in fiery sparks,
Beachside picnics buzz and hum,
Magic spun in summer's embracing shawl.
(Ocean) whisper and wash against the shore,
Soaring skies, vibrant sands,
Boats gently sway and glide,
As sails unfurlling with the tide.
As summers' arms extend,
Flashing, golden light that will not end,
Fields awash in vibrant bloom,
Air scented with the summer's sweet perfume.
Reality's edges blur and twine,
As I am violently ripped from the day,
Silent whispers wrestle me through,
Into the (void) where (light) comes few.
Head spinning and swirling, I spiral down, lost and alone,
Beckoning shadows speak, dark and chilly claws outstretched,
Each echo a siren's haunting cry,
Each cry thrusts me deeper, where hopes become few.
Yet in this abyss, I feel strangely free,
Unbound from worldly ties and knots,
As I find shelter in the abyss' dark cold.
Resting on a wood table, I face the bright light
Lying amidst a classroom's stillness
My newly sharpened, graphite tip,
Eager to assist delvation of tales and work to tell.
I dance upon the paper without a care.
From math equations to poetry's verse,
I etch secrets and stories,
(Scribbling) away at dreams untold,
When the day's last bell rings loud and clear,
I rest in the solitude of my conductor without a fear,
Guarding the stories within my lead,
Until I expire and am thrown into the bin.
The sanctuary where connections bloom,
The nexus and catalyst of youthful dreams,
In House's embrace, we find room,
Through each and every smile and (laugh).
Every interaction, a bridge is built,
Every shared laugh, spirits are uplifted,
As in house's haven, we all feel like we belong,
Together, weaving a tapestry forever.
So I will cherish this sacred ground,
Where bonds of kinship are tightly wound.
In homeroom's embrace, we stand tall,
Together, united, once and for all.
Solitude in the pixels and bytes, I find,
An amazing world grapples at my soul,
Amidst the struggle of the school day's grind,
I seek refuge in realms of a different kind.
Worldly worries fade with each button's (click) and joystick's
(flick)
As I navigate realms and stories,
Away from textbooks and lectures' drone,
I find refuge in a pixelated world.
The burdens of homework, the stress of tests,
All melt away as I embark on endless quests.
Through dungeons deep, battles fierce, and mountains high,
I find that peace that nothing else can hope to supply.